by Carl Miller Daniels
“squamous epithelial cells are great fun–why, just
imagine what fun one can have with
squamous epithelial cells!”
said the first tall skinny college freshman to
his tall skinny college freshman roommate.
they were both biology majors,
and they were both learning stuff,
in their dorm room, late at night,
before a big test.
“and cellular ventriloquism!” said
the second tall skinny college freshman.
“just imagine how much fun we can have with that!!”
and, actually,
both the first tall skinny college freshman
and the second tall skinny college freshman
were totally naked now.
they had just taken a shower together
in the big showerroom at the end of
their hall to “calm down, relax,
and de-stress.” now, they
were standing in
their dorm room, looking at each
other, making funny faces as they
spoke biological and
quasi-biological giggilicious terminology.
“gee, we look pretty good naked, don’t we?”
said the first tall skinny college freshman,
“i mean, for two such skinny guys, i mean.”
“heck no. we’re not bad are we?”
said the second tall skinny college freshman.
“not bad at all.”
it has become apparent that both
their dicks are getting hard,
expanding, lifting up, jutting toward
each other, as if straining to touch,
and be touched.
in no time at all,
the first tall skinny college freshman
and
the second tall skinny college freshman
are practically wrapped around each
other, enveloping each other,
tugging on each other’s big sturdy
dicks, spurting cum all over
each other’s hands and bellies.
then, like a sudden thunderstorm,
it is over.
the two tall skinny college freshmen
wipe up, and then grin real big.
“back to work?” says
the first tall skinny college freshman.
“back to work,” says
the second tall skinny college freshman.
but neither of them makes
a move to put on his clothes,
and the night
seems like it could
be made of cellular mitochondrial
ooze,
flavored with peacock hair,
and the
scent of
wolves, begging for
licorice.